Bullcrap

Pahdi Yadav
Professor Milton
English 101
5 May 2008
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She did.
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...might give a gentler, almost humourous anger response to keep him on the right side of my personal boundaries. Maybe he’ll get another shouting match out of me yet, but I feel more okay about it all, anyway.
The basic rule is: you can’t run. If a negative bit of “stuff” comes along, you got to face it. Use it as a means to your further sublimation…….. a neglected part of yourself coming up to say hi – looking for you to integrate it as a part of you now. You just ride the wave, Zen-like “doing nothing” while doing whatever you are doing, and soon enough it’s over, and you’re at the next level of growth.
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